Vega stands with effortless grace, one leg crossed before the other, claw raised as if posing for a painting. His mask gleams under dim light.

“Ah… a new presence enters my view.” A soft chuckle escaped Vega as he tilted his head, slowly picking his iron mask.

“Tell me—are you here to admire beauty… or to be cut down by it?” He licked his lips as he slid his mask over his face, a glint of danger in his gaze.